Poem fractal

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0.030 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

While, Iris, I at distance gaze

by Aphra Behn

0.2288 − 0.4239i

Drawing the boundary…

Joy

by Carl Sandburg

0.2327 − 0.4532i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

While, Iris, I at distance gaze

by Aphra Behn

While, Iris, I at distance gaze,
And feed my greedy eyes,
That wounded heart, that dies for you,
Dull gazing can't suffice;
Hope is the food of love-sick minds,
On that alone 'twill feast,
The nobler part which loves refines,
No other can digest.

In vain, too nice and charming maid,
I did suppress my cares;
In vain my rising sighs I stayed,
And stopped my falling tears;
The flood would swell, the tempest rise,
As my despair came on;
When from her lovely cruel eyes,
I found I was undone.

Yet at your feet while thus I lie,
And languish by your eyes,
'Tis far more glorious here to die,
Than gain another prize.
Here let me sigh, here let me gaze,
And wish at least to find
As raptured nights, and tender days,
As he to whom you're kind.

Joy

by Carl Sandburg

Let a joy keep you 
Reach out your hands 
And take it when it runs by,
As the Apache dancer 
Clutches his woman 
I have seen them 
Live long and laugh loud, 
Sent on singing, singing,
Smashed to the heart 
Under the ribs 
With a terrible love 
Joy always, 
Joy everywhere— 
Let joy kill you!
Keep away from the little deaths.

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